TheGreemSim
International Cricketer
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Great description and style of writing packed full or originality and funny as well which is an added bonus
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Jaztheman
Chairman of Selectors
I turned the unfurnished, unattended and uninspiring doorknob revealing what was on the other side of the door.
"Hello, Hello, Hello! You're looking well!"
"Cheers, Chris. Got any mail for me?"
"Just so happens I do, 2 envelopes. Anything important?"
"Important? You could say, I guess. Pretty much determines whether I get out of this slum or not."
"Ah, sounds good to me. Got your shower to work yet?"
"Nah, the shower hasn't worked for 3 weeks now."
"What so you like haven't... washed for 3 weeks?"
The blank expression on Chris' face explained everything. I nodded my head slowly making him produce a nervous chuckle. We said our goodbyes and Chris mentioned that if I got an interview then I could go round to his place and take a shower. Did I really smell that bad? I hadn't used deodorant or such for a few months, but I didn't notice the smell. I held up my arm and sniffed my armpit. fliping hell, I doubt a skunk with diarrhea smells better than me...
I stared down at the envelopes, viewing them like a present at Christmas. I opened the seal on the first envelope and quickly gave it a proof read. It was the e-mail from the Daily Mail. They said that they had suddenly filled the gap of freelance sports writer and did not require my services. Fair enough if I thought they were telling the truth. They just didn't want to say "Cause of your past, get lost." I let out a huge sigh before continuing onto the second letter.
It was most definitely the ECB. They had the seal closed with a print of the ECB badge, just like you would put a print of a loveheart on a Valentines Day letter. I ripped open the letter and it didn't take long before I knew the answer.
"Dear Mr.Streaker.
We are sorry to inform you..."
That's all I needed to read before I guessed I didn't get the job. I carried on reading and my early assumption was of course correct. I could feel my stomach churning inside my body, ridiculed with sadness. I was completely gutted. I now had to rest all my hope, drunken hope, on Sky Sports to offer me a job as commentator. I'd love to commentate on the English Domestic Cricket, it'd be a dream come true.
I walked over to my chest of drawers besides my bed and pulled out the third from bottom drawer. Inside lay a small bronze box. It looked like it was in the wrong century compared to all the new gadgets we see today. I seized the box and opened the lid, which was sealed down and had the look of old age. Inside I saw a little white notepad. On the front was a picture of me with Glenn Chapple, the now captain of my beloved cricket club. Lancashire Lightning.
I had recorded almost every single player's autograph to of played for Lancashire for the last 6 years, including the likes of Stuart Law, James Anderson, Andrew Flintoff etc. The book was my most prized possession and one I would never sell nor give away. It was a piece of my heart. A piece of me. I carefully closed the notepad after reminiscing the fantastic moments when I met my stars and put it back away in it's drawer.
I was a Lancashire supporter through and through. I was a season ticket holder for five years before my life well into free fall and dilapidated in record time. Since then I haven't had the money to even attend a few games a year. It had hurt me deeply, more so than the death of my parents. Maybe on par. Being a commentator would be one way of getting back into cricket, and it'd be a dream come true. Who knows, I could become Lancashire coach one day!
On that thought I sank back into my priceless arm chair, drink in hand, and thought away the day. I want that job. I need that job.
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That update was incredibly sloppy writing and I really shouldn't write just when I wake up, but I did that so I could have a chance to update later. Thats because I won't being able to update for the next two weeks. So yeah, sorry but it's worth it in the long run.
"Hello, Hello, Hello! You're looking well!"
"Cheers, Chris. Got any mail for me?"
"Just so happens I do, 2 envelopes. Anything important?"
"Important? You could say, I guess. Pretty much determines whether I get out of this slum or not."
"Ah, sounds good to me. Got your shower to work yet?"
"Nah, the shower hasn't worked for 3 weeks now."
"What so you like haven't... washed for 3 weeks?"
The blank expression on Chris' face explained everything. I nodded my head slowly making him produce a nervous chuckle. We said our goodbyes and Chris mentioned that if I got an interview then I could go round to his place and take a shower. Did I really smell that bad? I hadn't used deodorant or such for a few months, but I didn't notice the smell. I held up my arm and sniffed my armpit. fliping hell, I doubt a skunk with diarrhea smells better than me...
I stared down at the envelopes, viewing them like a present at Christmas. I opened the seal on the first envelope and quickly gave it a proof read. It was the e-mail from the Daily Mail. They said that they had suddenly filled the gap of freelance sports writer and did not require my services. Fair enough if I thought they were telling the truth. They just didn't want to say "Cause of your past, get lost." I let out a huge sigh before continuing onto the second letter.
It was most definitely the ECB. They had the seal closed with a print of the ECB badge, just like you would put a print of a loveheart on a Valentines Day letter. I ripped open the letter and it didn't take long before I knew the answer.
"Dear Mr.Streaker.
We are sorry to inform you..."
That's all I needed to read before I guessed I didn't get the job. I carried on reading and my early assumption was of course correct. I could feel my stomach churning inside my body, ridiculed with sadness. I was completely gutted. I now had to rest all my hope, drunken hope, on Sky Sports to offer me a job as commentator. I'd love to commentate on the English Domestic Cricket, it'd be a dream come true.
I walked over to my chest of drawers besides my bed and pulled out the third from bottom drawer. Inside lay a small bronze box. It looked like it was in the wrong century compared to all the new gadgets we see today. I seized the box and opened the lid, which was sealed down and had the look of old age. Inside I saw a little white notepad. On the front was a picture of me with Glenn Chapple, the now captain of my beloved cricket club. Lancashire Lightning.
I had recorded almost every single player's autograph to of played for Lancashire for the last 6 years, including the likes of Stuart Law, James Anderson, Andrew Flintoff etc. The book was my most prized possession and one I would never sell nor give away. It was a piece of my heart. A piece of me. I carefully closed the notepad after reminiscing the fantastic moments when I met my stars and put it back away in it's drawer.
I was a Lancashire supporter through and through. I was a season ticket holder for five years before my life well into free fall and dilapidated in record time. Since then I haven't had the money to even attend a few games a year. It had hurt me deeply, more so than the death of my parents. Maybe on par. Being a commentator would be one way of getting back into cricket, and it'd be a dream come true. Who knows, I could become Lancashire coach one day!
On that thought I sank back into my priceless arm chair, drink in hand, and thought away the day. I want that job. I need that job.
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That update was incredibly sloppy writing and I really shouldn't write just when I wake up, but I did that so I could have a chance to update later. Thats because I won't being able to update for the next two weeks. So yeah, sorry but it's worth it in the long run.
TheGreemSim
International Cricketer
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Shcok of horror, you didn't get the england job 
Man I did not see that one coming.
Good update
Man I did not see that one coming.Good update
Jakester1288
School Cricketer
It's obviously that he will coach the Lancs until he if offered to coach England, TBH.
surendar
ICC Chairman
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It seems that Jaz's yet another coach hunting has started. 
Don't do the thing which you did for Zimbabwe. 
Good luck 
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